directed by: Sam Peckinpah
written by: Sam Peckinpah, Gordon T. Dawson
starring: Warren Oates, Isela Vega, Janine Maldonado
seen: 16th April, 2018
I'll admit straight away that I divided my attention between the film and cross-stitching, but I still don't think that it was entirely my fault that "Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia" strongly felt like watching several different films on several different TV chanels being changed randomly.
Both the prologue and the end were kind of divine, and if somebody were to only describe the premise and the general plot, I would think it sounds like a brilliant idea for a film, but after I've actually watched it, like wtf? Almost everything the critic's describe as valuable seems pretty absurd to me, and that's exactly the same feeling I had when watching the only other Peckinpah film I've seen so far, Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid. (And Warren Oates has pretty much the same sleazy macho presence here as James Coburn has there, so I guess that's the signature Peckinpah style?)
The fact that Oates presumably introduced Peckinpah to cocain during filming might actually explain a thing or two, because at times I have trouble even establishing a speculation as to what the hell is he trying to achieve with his direction. It's like there is no correlation between the emotions he's capturing on screen, or between the ways he decides to show them.
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